Julie Block is a 2010 Cornell graduate and former Cornell Daily Sun columnist and editor, where she wrote about the intersection of sex and popular culture. Just toolish enough to refer to herself in the third person, she currently lives and works in Los Angeles. This is a compilation of her work, past and present.
In honor of my parents coming to visit this weekend, I thought I’d include the following scene.
My Mother and I, “Shopping”:
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A Look Back at Lollapalooza, 2010…
Chuck Klosterman’s Eating the Dinosaur is so good, that I have made the not entirely educated decision that it is his best book. Better than Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, and better than Killing Yourself to Live, and probably better than Fargo, which I clearly think I have read just because I own it. And it’s because it is not a series of columns, or unrelated thoughts. It’s not an essay, not even a thesis. If that’s what a dissertation is allowed to be, then I’m reconsidering that whole academic-slavery PhD thing. (Also, I am aware of how annoyingly narcissistic a post this is, mainly because of same.)
Due to this book, I am going to start imitating his style. This will not be the first time. After S,D and CcP* came out, I started imitating all of his footnotes, specifically in my columns. It was sort of invigorating, because I always have thoughts within thoughts within thoughts, and it was a way of inserting the tangent where it fits without losing or annoying potential readers. Which is why I like this new numbering thing.
*Yes, I do realize the standard way to abbreviate this would be S,D, and CP. But the rhythm of it is better with the lower cased c.
npr:
Whoa. The MLA has officially devised a standard format to cite tweets in an academic paper. Sign of the times.
#signofthetimes
Aww. (Hey, Evan.)
In the future, we are all Lady Gaga.
The next step in human evolution.
(Source: monstersbrain)
1: Tyler: disney movies always give squirrels such big tails
their tails are not that big. like not bigger than their bodies
2: Tyler: does bambi not talk. everybody talks but him.
Me: it’s really a movie about a mentally impaired deer and his ADHD best rabbit friend
3: “he can call me a flower if he wants to. i don’t mind” - skunk
thats called being in denial of who you really are
Bentham was such a perv.
